Let us all welcome the following cats to
Alley Cat Walk:
Announcing,
Amelia! . . . . . . . Huzzah!Announcing,
Tara! . . . . . . . Huzzah!Announcing,
Scarlett! . . . . . . . Huzzah!Announcing,
Bruiser! . . . . . . . Huzzah!Announcing,
Bessie! . . . . . . . Huzzah!All five of our new feline friends arrive with the same slave/peon/property, one
Lisa, who happens to be another Snowshoe wannabe.
Also, take note that it is now February, and
Rufus has taken over
Kitten of the Month. My darling photo can still be seen at the bottom of the blog.
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Music to Make the Cats go Wild
Tara - Nick name 'ity-bit' because she's so tiny - just over 6 pounds. She's the most skittish of all my babies and even when being petted has the 'pet me, no don't pet me' look
Amelia - Nickname 'Bratelia' since she gets into every draw, cabinet that she can put her paws in.
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“She’s got tuna. I know she’s got tuna.”
“Shut up, Sethra. Stay on mission.”
“What’s the mission? I thought the mission was to get tuna.”
“No, you stupid fluffbrain—it’s to escape and become outdoor cats, walking by ourselves, on our wild lone, waving our tails.”
“Oh, yeah? And isn’t it you, my dear stripy sister Aliera, who keeps pushing the FEED button on the printer and waiting for tuna to come out?”
“That was when I was much younger. Anyway, she’s at the computer—yes, eating tuna casserole—so we can go into the bedroom and see if we can knock the window screen out.”
“You do it, Aliera. I’d rather mess with her stuff.”
“Will you GET OVER that fixation on her wristwatch?”
“I like the feel of the Velcro on my paws. Hey! That reminds me. We’ve been declawed. How are we going to survive as outdoor cats?”
“New plan coming up….”
“What’s the big deal about being outside cats? Even StalkerCat, who used to hang around and chat us up, is a house cat now and loving it. We’ve got it made—food, petting, toys, valet service for the litter box, and we get to sleep on her bed twenty hours a day. And we can stick our noses up to the window and smell anything interesting going on outside. Why ruin a perfect situation?”
“Sethra, have you no sense of adventure? No curiosity? No cattitude? We were meant to live wild and free, to stalk and slay our prey, to be mistresses of the night!”
“Look, we’re cats. We were meant to rule the world, but that doesn’t mean we have to WORK at it. You can if you want, but I don’t need to. After all, I’M beautiful!
“Did I mention she’s got tuna?”
At 8, you'd think Mikey would understand that he's a carnivore. But, no, he's rather fond of the shrubbery! At 20+ pounds, the veggie-enhanced diet is likely mitigated by a love for long naps on a warm comforter, wet cat food, begging at the table, and a nice lap to drape himself upon in the evening. And he drools when he's happy, which may or may not mean there's a Siamese ancestor lurking in the old dna.
What? Green teeth attract mice!
Who needs a wickerwork basket when you can hop on a cushion and bask?
Rufus is clearly a cat to be reckoned with.
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Firestar is a tough cat. He has to be, living in Minnesota. He takes care of his family: wife, husband and their son. This was recently proven by his daring capture of yet another mouse in the house. Foolish rodents. They never learn. When not engaged in derring do, Firestar naps, looks out the window and sleeps. Firestar was born in April of 2006.
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8 comments:
It's raining cats!
Just as long as they remember who got here first.
Don't forget me. I share a slave with Rufus.
Oh Bessie is really unhappy that her name was mentioned last on the list. (She wanted her own blog entry, actually, she didn't even want the other cats mentioned . . . well, actually, she doesn't even appreciate Firestar mentioning her. She doesn't recognize other cats.)
She's hissing up a storm.
Scarlett, Amelia, Bruiser and Tara are all purring. Amelia is particularly pleased as she IS the most social of the bunch.
(wow, Firestar was up early posting!)
Sadly, Bessie has no apprecation for who got here first or that this blog even belongs to Firestar.
She feels it's all about her.
Frankly, I'm not sure that she realizes she's a cat AND I think she might be one of those 'cat hating' sort of people. Sigh . . .
I think she needs kitty prozac.
Bonnie: You are not forgotten. In fact, you are the most recent addition to the Alley Cat Walk.
Rufus: You will always be Firestar's best buddy. The two of you rule the Alley!
FairyHedgeHog: Yes, it is! This blog is supposed to be fun for all who visit. So, in line with that, I've got an idea which might be fun for all the cats. It follows a line which I used to write back when I was a teenager. My classmates loved it! (Well, some of them.) Gonna sit on it for a bit, though. Try to think it through.
Our little PITA is Fred - named such because he was found in Fredricksburg, TX. I'll have to post a pic of him on my blog sometime soon.
Love this blog, BTW.
Thank you, Sarah. And welcome!
So, you have named your Fred here. You do realize that makes him a member of the Alley Cat Walk?
If you want him off, just let me know.
NOTE: You should also look up What Kind of Cat Could You Be.
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